[Runesmith]

She jumped out of the bed the moment she was free, and untied the length of rope still dangling from her right wrist. Her disgustingly cold wet skirt clung to her thighs, and dripped along the back of her thighs. Every time she moved, the wet panties squelched, reminding her of the humiliation she had just undergone.

Nadine's first impulse was to get to the door and get out of here. The door was solid wood and had no keyhole and no door handle. It was a very simple door designed to be pushed from inside. She pushed the door. It budged for just a few millimeters before it stopped. She tried several times before she realized that it is probably barred from outside. How on earth had she got herself in to this?

After banging her fists on the door in frustration (and stopping when she realized she was simply hurting herself), she looked around the room. Other than the surveillance camera mounted over the barred window, there were several small round holes on the walls capped by shiny plastic that were also probably fixed cameras. Over the head of the bed was also another surveillance camera that she had not noticed before. Whoever these bastards were, they had grand stand seats to anything she would do. As she moved through the small room, she realized that the two surveillance cameras were tracking her.

The wet skirt clinging to her thighs and the wet panties irritated her. But with the cameras watching, there was nothing she could do about it. She walked over to the toilet paper rolls stacked on the floor, picked up a roll and wiped her thighs the best she could, but the rough, cheap paper was not very absorbent, and stuck to her skin. As she stepped on the sheet of plywood where the toilet paper rolls were stacked on, there was a hollow sound. When she pushed away the sheet, she saw a small hole cut in to the wooden floor, and a fetid stench arose from that hole. She quickly covered it up, as she realized that it is a crude toilet. The sight of it created a crushing feeling of despair in her, as she realized that this cabin was really meant to hold someone for a long period of time... and she probably was not the first.